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Are you ready to roll?

-OK.

Oh, Frankie is so excited
for kindergarten,

she keeps trying on new outfits.

Sure, a playdate sounds great.

OK, bye!

Are you ready, boo?

You knew I'd find you, Libby.

I'm a cop.
You can't hide forever!

I am safe and secure.

I release all negative feelings
and thoughts about myself.

And clowns!
-

Libby? Hey, you all right?
What happened?

He's here.

He jumped out at me on the street.

I don't know how, but he found us.

Hardison's in Yemen?
What's he doing there?

The government shut down
the Internet access for the people,

so right now,
he's moving a satellite.

He enjoys the work, but Yemeni food
doesn't exactly agree

with his irritable you-know-what.

When you say he was moving a satellite,
you mean like in outer space?

Well, technically,
it's the exosphere,

but our client is
a little closer to home.

Libby Barnes?

What's up, Parker?
Where's she at right now?

In one of our safe houses.

Her and her daughter, Frankie,
are OK.

For now.

This is Libby's abusive ex, Reece,

a cop in small-town Arlo, Louisiana,

just a couple miles from here.

Libby got full custody of her daughter,

but Reece wouldn't leave them alone.

Four years ago, Hardison, Eliot, and I

helped hide Libby and Frankie away
in a new town,

gave them new identities, the works.

That's an algorithm Hardison built
to scrub images off the Internet.

Finds every recognizable image
of the person it's searching for

and makes it disappear.

Even the ones they didn't know existed.

Makes satellites move in space,

writes algorithms
scrubbing identities off the Internet.

Your brother's very impressive.

How did Reece find Libby
after all this time?

See, that's what doesn't make sense.

The only way Reece could've done it is
by somehow beating Alec's algorithm.

Arlo Police Department?

So, some random cops
cracked his algorithm?

Could've done it analog.

They coulda just put a word out there
about this guy's ex-wife and got lucky.

And then they gave her address
to their abusive buddy?

It happens.

People have a hard time believing
that their friends are capable of abuse.

I think something else going on here.

Place is right across the river.

Parker and are gonna go check out
the Arlo Police Department.

I'll ride with you.

Wait, guys, analog?

Wait, he took an old photo
and a description

and somehow managed to find
someone that Leverage hid?

Does that make sense to anyone?

Look at that.

Helping old ladies with the groceries.
What cop has time for that?

There is something off here.

Look at the police car.

Small-town cops driving
the latest model cruiser

and high-end computers built in?

There are a bunch of articles
about a tech boom in the area:

startups, software entrepreneurs
setting up shop

'cause the property's cheaper?

Maybe their tax dollars
are propping up this town.

No, you guys were right.

Something is specifically up
with the Arlo Police Department.

Or, rather, down.

Over the last six months,
the crime rate in Arlo is nonexistent.

Well, it might have something to do
with all these cameras everywhere.

They're new, too. Latest tech.

Covering every inch of the town.

Even if they do have tax money coming in,

why spend it buying
all this security technology?

Ah! Maybe they're not buying it.

Maybe they're being paid to use it.

-Like guinea pigs?
-Mmm.

OK, yeah, I don't know how I feel
about this plan now.

He's gonna be fine.

Parker, you have your button cam on
so we can watch what happens to Eliot?

Wait, what, what happens--
oh, hey, what happens to Eliot?!

Just don't make anything happen
until I get some popcorn.

OK, Hardison's algorithm
has scrubbed every mention of Eliot

off the web a long time ago,

so meet "Mr. Emmett Milbarge."

There is now a fake federal bench warrant

saying that he committed petty theft.

But that's just insulting.

-Ooh, grand theft...
-Thank you.

...in Baton Rouge,
and then skipped bail after the arrest.

Yes, I'll be cool.

When am I not cool?

No, I don't need
one of those consultants.

God!

That coffee shop
that guy just came out of,

that's perfect.
Go take a seat there.

So, now, it's a waiting game.

Let's see how long it takes them
to track Eliot.

That is amazing!
Half his face was covered,

and that system
still recognized him in no time flat.

Guys, any time you want
to call this off, feel free.

Mr. Milbarge, I'm...

All right.

-Get your hands up!
-Freeze!

As I was saying...

I'm U.S. Marshal Maria Shipp,
Mr. Milbarge,

and you're under arrest.

All right, what have we learned?

Arlo has some kind of super-advanced
facial recognition system.

It can work off a-a-a fraction
of the amount of data-points

that any other system
would need to operate.

I'm talking more powerful
than the FBI's, by a factor of ten.

Then we need to find out
more about it.

But first, you need to make that
bench warrant disappear as planned,

and then...

you need to get into that system.

All right, I'm gonna have
to do that on-site.

OK, but we should call Parker home.

Because if that system picked Eliot up
off the street cameras,

it's too dangerous for her to be out there
until we know what it can do.

But then you're gonna be without backup.
Are you OK with that?

I'll have to be.

Hello, Marshal.

No, that's not what I'm saying.

So your bench warrant
mysteriously disappeared?

So, in other words, just the baseless
and unnecessary arrest of my client?

This is gonna play great
when we take it to court.

Ooh, I'd love to see you guys
bring this into a courtroom.

Marshal Shipp is on loan
from the federal government,

and she does not speak
for this Police Department.

I guess anything
just to see me again, huh?

Like you're not interested
in another round.

Chief, when Arlo doesn't have enough money
to pay for the damage in this case,

this town's gonna be called
Milbarge, Louisiana,

unless you can show me some evidence
that this bench warrant ever existed.

The way you disarmed my Glock
was very... distinctive.

Well, I've picked up
a few things here and there.

Where? Special Ops?

Funny, I didn't see any mention
of that in your file.

Mm. Maybe it disappeared,
along with that bench warrant.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Dammit!

The Internet is still down!
When's it gonna get fixed?

I.T. just arrived, Chief.

Standard server tech.

Hello. What are you?

Whoa.

Breanna, what is it?

Um... OK.

so, I assumed that Arlo
was just a guinea pig

for a new facial recognition program.

Turns out it's way worse.

This is predictive.

It didn't just recognize Eliot,
it told the cops

he was headed to a local bank
and was at risk to rob it.

It's called Searchlight.

There's o way to access the software's
root code. It's just a beta test.

But whoever built this thing
would have had to break just about

every unwritten rule
of the Internet to do it.

How's that?

Its image database, it's massive.

This guy scraped billions of images
off of random websites, social media,

no doubt without permission.

Stole them, scanned them,
and stored them.

This software ends up in the wrong hands,

privacy is out the window.

And...

Breanna, what's happening?

Oh, man...

I think I just got made.

And the door just locked.

The fire suppressant system
just triggered.

Are they trying to kill me?

Sophie!

Is she locked in the server room?

I'll head back.

No, no, no time. Someone else
is gonna have to handle it.

I have to take this call.

It's no good on my side.

I can help you pick the lock.

There's no lock.

It's a magnetic lock
with a keypad next to it.

Hey! Get away from that door!

Hi, you are not the police.

Harry, choke him out.

I was, uh, looking for the bathroom.

Breanna, grab your taser.

I don't have a taser!

How can you not have a taser?

Do you always have a taser?

How do you think I stopped
stabbing people?

I have a taser!

Get to the door.

Do I hit the keypad?

No, that'll short the system.
Hit the lock plate.

That'll overload the magnet.

Living space.

Been at it for six hours.

Yeah, well, that's the first time
somebody tried to kill her.

Tends to light a fire under some people.

Well, sorry if I'm a little upset that
some supervillain-level coder

just kicked off
the privacy apocalypse.

Hey, companies are always trying out
new facial recognition soft...

Oh, I know, I know.

I tried going after one of those
companies a few months ago,

crashed their whole system.

That job's what got the FBI
breathing down my neck.

I came looking
for you guys in Panama,

and no one ever asked why?

Hold up, Nana said the FBI showed up
because you crashed Twitter.

Yeah, about that...

I mighta done that, too.

The point is, is that no other facial rec
compares to Searchlight.

You wanna know
how Reece found Libby?

Libby took Frankie to the park...

and she ended up in the distant background
of someone else's hiking photo.

That image is so blurry Hardison's
algorithm didn't even flag it.

Guess what? Searchlight did.

So, Searchlight can identify a face

from a fuzzy shot on a crowded street.

Try a crowded stadium,
with half a nose.

And then, because it's predictive,

it'll tell whoever wants to know
what you're likely to do next.

So, Reece sneaking into the system
to track down his ex,

that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Dictators tracking dissidents.

Mobsters hunting witnesses.

And he already knows my face.

So, how do we stop him?

Well, they picked Arlo
because it's a small enough town

to run a controlled experiment,
so that gives us a start.

But a program that complex isn't running
off some dinky box in a police station.

There has got to be a dedicated hardline
running from the cops

to a powerful server.

So, we hack those servers,
we find that... root code?

Yeah.
-We bring them down.

Well, first we have to find out
where it is.

I mean, I ran that thing
all the way to the edge of town,

but from there, it could go anywhere.

Harry said there was a private security
guy on call at the police station.

That doesn't make any-- you know,
why, why not a deputy, or--?

Expensive hardware, they're not
gonna trust small-town cops to watch it.

High-end security like that,
it's gonna stick out like a sore thumb.

I bet they patrol all
the key network points.

A wearable fitness device.

What just happened?

I stopped asking that question.

Probably for the best.

Well, looks like we found
our high-end security team.

Got a fitness tracker and cell phone.
Could use both.

Hmm.

All right, you make the lift,
I'll distract her.

Distract who?

Ah, Marshal Shipp.

Returning to the scene
of the crime, huh?

If it isn't the one who got away.

Who here had the lattes?

-Oh, no, ma'am. That's not us.
-No?

They told me table two.

What's that name say there?

Well, I'm telling you, babe,
that's not me.

Guess they're wrong.
Hmm. No?

Smell it.
Smells really good.

Please.

Still don't know what a guy
with your skills is doing in this town.

Well, what's your best theory?

Either you're a hardened criminal working
with a team for your own purposes...

or you're an undercover government agent

curious about the same
crime rate drop I am.

Betcha I figure you out by the time
we finish our coffee,

-Mr. Milbarge.
-Well...

Actually, it's Eliot.

OK, so, here's
the security guy's footpath.

I cross-referenced
that fitness tracker

with the phone to eliminate
any individual variance,

and I've got the route
these guys patrol along.

Eliot's texting the Marshal.

Really? She seemed so normal.

What?

All right, I give you guys
ten seconds to have fun this.

You call 9-1-1
when you want some booty?

Does she make you
call her "officer"?

Who's the cop,
and who's the bottom?

-...nine and ten. It's ten.
-No, no, no! I've got another one.

Go work. Where are the locations
of the servers? Go!

All right, I tracked the hardline
out to a development of hi-tech houses,

but all of them are owned by
corporate shell companies.

Well, that's another dead end.

Well, yes, until I went back
to analyze Eliot's arrest footage

to see if I could pull up
some more data, and take a look.

Oh, yeah, that's him.
That's our coder.

Made sure the algorithm
didn't spot him.

Well, he wasn't counting on
Eliot's situational awareness.

So, here are some driver's license photos

from all the homeowners
in the development.

Well, to be fair, I only saw this guy
for, like, two seconds,

so I might not be--it's the third
from the left, second row down.

Mm-hmm.

OK, "Reclusive Silicon Valley
game designer Joseph Cheng."

All right, well,
now we know where he lives.

And in his basement are the servers
that have the facial ID program, so...

Yep. So, what now?

Now, we pay Mr. Cheng a little visit,

and we burn him and his
nasty little program to the ground.

Just to be clear...

Metaphorically. Metaphorically!

Ooh! 'Cause I was
totally gonna burn it down.

I was gonna blow it up,
then you could burn it down.

-Yeah!
-Fire solves all problems.

-What?
-Parker taught me that.

-Ow!
-All right, stop.

Doesn't matter how good your security is

if you come to the same spot
for coffee every day.

Amateur.

What do we know about Joseph Cheng?

Games designer, software developer,
invader of privacy.

Uh, we know practically nothing.

I mean, he sues anybody who tries to write
about him, or even mentions him.

The only public knowledge is,
is that he banked a fortune

when he designed that,
um, hyper-addictive cell game,

Dozer Duel.

Banked about a hundred mill,
and then bailed when he got caught

creating a database of children
using the game

and selling it to marketing companies.

I had to figure out how to get
into one of those Dozer Duel chat rooms.

I wanted to see if there was
any personal gossip.

It was terrifying.

Some of these hardcore gamers told me
that Cheng wiped his hands years ago.

Too much anxiety.

He said he was leaving game design,
wanted to make his mark in the tech world.

Charming. A man who's willing to
compromise everyone else's privacy

but still wants to be
extremely private himself.

Tell me this isn't coconut oil.

I can't stand coconut.

Listen to me: it's not called the usual,
it's called my usual.

What I drink every day,
and it doesn't have coconut oil in it!

And my time is way too valuable
for me to explain it to you again!

Sheesh. Well, not sure he's
solved that anxiety problem.

He freaks out if everything
isn't exactly the way he wants it.

What do you got on Cheng's phone?

Nada. His cell rejected
all three bugging apps we tried.

But I did crack the closest cell tower

and found regular pings between him
and some guy named Buddy Harwick.

Buddy Harwick?
Huh. He's a Silicon Valley investor.

Buddy is Cheng's financial backer,

and it turns out his phone is
much easier to phish.

I got his contacts, his emails between
him and Cheng, and his schedule,

which includes a meeting in two days
between him and a representative of RIZ.

You remember them?

Yeah, I remember them.

If they get their hands
on that software, man...

Yeah, every dictator, corporate weenie,
or '80s movie villain

is gonna be lining up to be their client.

We need to get into
that man's house and those servers

before that meeting.

We're on it. Put that on.

You'd think a nerdy tech guy would
have better taste than a McMansion.

Well, he's a tech guy.
He doesn't have taste.

Oh.

What he does have is
cameras all over the exterior

and private security on call.

He's protecting something.

I'll bet the servers are in the house.

Well, software guys
never see hardware coming.

What does that stupid little thing do?

Oh, my little baby here?

Gonna get
a layout of secret boy's lair,

so we'll know how to get in.

Come on, Frodo, do your thing.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no!

What?

What kind of psycho puts electric fencing
50 feet above the ground?

Yeah, well, it's--sorry about that.

Your blood sugar
sat levels seem low, Joseph.

How about I make you a smoothie?

I don't need a smoothie.
I-I need to work on my presentation.

Ooh, hang on a second.

This might be something.
I'm in Buddy Harwick's emails.

Is it a problem that we're taking down
a guy who invades people's privacy

by invading somebody's privacy?

-No!
-Why would you think that?

Forget I said anything.
Look at this.

Cheng and Harwick are
very different personality types.

Cheng's upset with him,

really upset with him,
for always being late.

And Harwick's been trying to get Cheng
to see a social interactions consultant.

What's a social interactions consultant?

I had a client who hired one once.

Sometimes great innovators
need a little help

refining their personality,
you know.

Some-- 'cause they can't
really function around other people

in a way to be successful.

Kinda weird how he needs a code
to know how to interact with others.

Then Mr. Harwick will say,

"The process of scraping images
without consent

is frowned upon
but not technically illegal."

And you say...

'Course, nobody will ever know
their private photos and information

are being used against them,

so it really shouldn't matter
to begin with.

Ahh.

These are fiber-optic
advanced-connectivity.

What's that for, man?

Put-- put that--put it, put it away.
You're not cuttin' nothin'.

That's signal bouncin' off the walls,
Wi-Fi of the gods.

Wait, there's no visual security
cables running inside.

You mean
there's no cameras in the house?

Correct.

But...

These are for biometric scanners.

Wait, a combo of fiber optics,
bio scanners,

and Cheng's predictive software?

I don't know what that means.

It means we don't know how secure
or super-smart this smart-house is.

It not only calls out his every need,

but it'll watch over Cheng and
its own servers like a, like a guard dog.

Yard sensors and lockdown measures

fully prepped.

Joseph, your nighttime vitals show

you're not getting enough
stage-3 non-REM sleep.

Let's wind down early tonight

so you are rested for
your big meeting tomorrow.

You're the best, Alay-Na.

What?

Why are you scared of this guy?

He's not just stealing
people's photos, man.

He's trying to control their lives.

Libby can't escape her ex
because of Cheng.

You know what else people
won't be able to escape?

Our mistakes.

Our past.

Because of him, we're always going to be
the people we were on our worst day.

And the thing is, he's good.

He beat Hardison's algorithm.
How am I supposed to beat him?

First of all, this guy
can't touch Hardison.

All right?
And second...

We wouldn't ask you to do this
if we didn't think you could.

And I know you can.

You're gonna beat Cheng.

Then you can take
a selfie with his system,

and you can send it to Hardison.

You gonna in it with me?

I don't take selfies.

Right. OK.

How many mistakes are we
talking about on your resumé, anyway?

Let's talk about that
another time.

Everything's in position.

Now, Cheng's the type
who cannot handle

the slightest deviation in his routine.

First, we're gonna ruin the big sale,
then we're gonna hack into his servers.

Everything goes to plan,
we're in Cheng's house by tonight.

Harry?

Sent a text to Cheng's phone
from Harwick's email

pushing the meeting 15 minutes.
He's gonna love it.

Hi, welcome!

-Do you have a reservation?
-Reservation? I-It's a coffee bar.

We are under new ownership.

It's just a little game we play
on our anniversary.

This year, he's the maître d'...

...who's really a struggling artist.

She's a German heiress
fleeing an unhappy marriage.

We meet cute, run off in the night.

Helps keep things fresh.

It's kind of an attempt to crack down
on all those people

who order a single cup of coffee

and then camp out at
the tables all day.

I'm here for a meeting.

I have a meeting right here on my books,
but it started 15 minutes ago.

And it looks like all my attendees
are already here.

Name?

I'm Joseph Cheng. Let me go.

I will get your drink started
right away, Mr. Cheng.

Joseph!

-There you are.
-Buddy. Sorry I'm late.

Wasn't my fault,
but I'm ready to start.

I'm OK.

I'm-I'm OK.

Breathe.

For a small extra fee,
Searchlight can be coded

to ignore images of certain
powerful people such as yourselves.

Joseph!

This drink is cold!
It's got coconut in it!

-I am so sorry.
-Are you totally incompetent?

I'm gonna have to rinse out my mouth now!

Gentlemen, I'm-I'm sorry.

Uh, sometimes... genius...
comes with a price.

Come on, let's go.

No, uh, gentlemen,
we'll-we'll get Joseph back to the table,

and we can continue...

Buddy, this meeting's over.

Ah.

Social interactions consultant?

I'm just glad it worked.

Now, I'm gonna keep Cheng distracted

with tips on how to be
a human being.

Parker's gonna find a weakness
in his hardware,

which lets Breanna hack in
and wipe the root code.

Let's do it.

Oona Reynolds, Mr. Cheng.

And this is Tanner,
my plucky assistant.

We're here to help you prepare
for your make-or-break presentation.

Ooh, like a museum.

Oh, I don't like being invited
into museums.

It spoils the fun.

What kind of fun do you mean?

Oh. What was...?

Whoa, whoa,
hey, what was that?

Did that just come from the house?

I think we might be in
a haunted house.

That's my virtual aide, Alay-Na.

She's in the house with us.

You mean like "with us," with us?

No, no, no, no.

OK, Parker, Sophie, don't say anything.

The house will hear you.

Huh.

This is not good.

Parker and Sophie,
you can't speak to us at all.

Oh.

Huh.

Alay-Na has biometric sensors everywhere.

If she detects an intruder,
she goes full-on Fort Knox.

Electrified glass, armed guards.

And that's if she's trying
to keep you out.

Huh.

Can we talk to them?

I think so.

All right, Sophie,
try to keep him calm.

Use the beta-blockers if you have to.

Parker, just keep looking for flaws
in the security system.

The less time you guys
are in there, the better.

Unrecognized print.

The counters have sensors,
so Alay-Na can tell who's here.

And if they can be trusted.

It's amazing how connected
she is to you.

She's even linked
to a display in my glasses,

which is telling me
your heart rate is raised,

and there are variations in your voice.

Biometric signs someone's lying.

You got me. I simply don't find
tech all that impressive,

which is what makes me valuable.

Now, first, we're gonna smooth out
those speech patterns, lower your voice,

and adjust your stance to make you
seem less confrontational.

I need to get a feel
of the feng sui of the place.

Studies show a deeper voice
makes one seem more authoritative,

whereas standing toe-to-toe to someone,
it can-- yes, that's right,

it can trigger a fight-or-flight response.

Here.

It's such a pleasure to meet you.

Not quite.

It's such a pleasure to meet you.

Well, you see, I didn't pick up
on any pleasure whatsoever.

It's such a pleasure to meet you.

Ooh.

Joseph, I notice that
your body language appears tense.

Should I play your daily affirmations?

No, no. Not necessary.

We need you to be calm
and confident.

We need you to be more impactful
than the product you're selling.

Wait, you're not in here
with me, are you?

Can I be of any assistance?

What?

No.

I-I'm just looking for
something for my headache.

I managed to slow down his speech,

and Alay-Na said he sounded tired.

She's a bit chatty.

Alay-Na! No! No coffee!

OK, that's it. Sophie's coaching
is already confusing Cheng's AI.

We can't hack his system.
What if we hack him?

What if we alter
Cheng's biometric signifiers?

You'd have to use
whatever's in the house.

The antihistamine drops
in the bathroom.

Well, that would dilate his irises.

All right, guys, so,
we have not prepped for this, OK?

This system is way too advanced.

No, this c-- this could actually help us.

Sometimes smart houses
are a little dumb.

If we change Cheng's biometrics enough,

Alay-Na will mistake him for an intruder.

He'd then have to shut down
his own system. We'd go right in.

We could use the beta-blockers
to calm him down, if we used enough.

Parker, use your graphite
to alter his handprint.

Yes, then the antihistamine
and the pills.

I think we can do this.

Does she carry graphite powder on her?

It's for pickin' locks.
Makes it easier.

OK, enough with the preliminaries.
Show me your handshake.

Ooh, wow. What is that?

A dead fish attached
to the end of your arm?

Try again.

Now that's the handshake
of a confident man.

OK, all right,
hit him with the beta-blockers.

Have a glass of water, Mr. Cheng.

Now, if you'll remove your glasses.

These eyedrops are
gonna help you blink less

and maintain eye contact,

and then we're going to practice
some breathing exercises,

staying calm no matter what's
going on in the world around you.

Think I need my glasses.

It's hard to push boundaries,
uh, because you-you want

Searchlight to, uh...

Dim ambient lighting.

Alay-Na! W-What's wrong with you?

Stop... stop dimming the lights.

Unrecognized print.

Heart rate 70. Heart rate 68.

What do the beta-blockers do?

The resting heart rate is usually
fixed at one level.

That's why it's a good biometric marker.

We're about to drop Cheng's by ten points.

Head up, straight back.

Confidence, Mr. Cheng.

Start coffeemaker.

Start blender.

She's malfunctioning.

I'll reset her.

No, no, if your own software's
having trouble recognizing you,

that means you're making
real progress.

Alay-Na, calm down.

Everything's OK.

Unrecognized voice.

Sparkling water. Open windows.
Hot tub jets.

62 BPS.

61 BPS.

Get ready.

Unrecognized heart rate!

Intruder!

Private security has been notified.
Intruder!

I didn't even see you.
You bolted out of nowhere!

At six miles per hour, I bolted?

You weren't even looking, man!
You were on your phone!

I was not on my phone!

Oh, that's how you
choke somebody out.

That makes more sense.

Something's wrong.
I can't figure out what's going on!

Initrode Security, sir.

There's no problem. I'm Joseph Cheng.
I live here. There's no intruder.

However, we gotta do a clean sweep
of the premises. It's protocol.

Can you turn
the security device off, sir?

I don't get it.

Diagnostics look good.

Everything's running fine.

Wait a minute.

They're in this together.
They're trying to steal my software.

Alay-Na, reset!

Nice to see you, Joseph.

Alay-Na,
call the actual police this time.

Lock these intruders in
until they arrive.

If you all thought getting in here
was hard, now try getting out.

Buddy, we'll close the deal right now.
Meet me at the cafe.

Doors are reinforced,
and windows are electrified.

The police have been notified
and are on their way.

Well, this is gonna be fun. Anybody
know how to put the brakes on this?

I mean, we would need
Cheng's passcode for that.

252692.

He had graphite powder
on his hands. Check it.

But it could be any combination
of those numbers.

No, those digits in that order
spell out "Alay-Na."

Code entered is correct,
but you are not Joseph Cheng.

Anybody know how to imitate
a dude down to his biometrics?

He has a chip on your shoulder so big,

it literally weighs him down.

Well, his resting heart rate was 68.
Mine's 46.

I just need a minute to elevate it.

Well, just think of something
that excites you.

You're thinking
about cracking safes, right?

Underwater. Obviously.

I'm Joseph Cheng. Let me go.

Name?

I'm Joseph Cheng! Let me go.

Nice to see you, Joseph.

Yes!

All right, root code,
here I come.

Mr. Wilson,
Breanna needs a few more minutes.

Stall Cheng. Be creative.

Oh, my god! It's Joseph Cheng!

You are the creator of Dozer Duel!

You're the guy that works
at Common Grounds.

Yeah, yeah. I'm so sorry about that
whole coconut oil mix-up thing.

Hey, you don't understand.
Dozer Duel is my life.

And you have all the secrets.

I need the cheater code to get past that,

that ghost truck
on-on-on-on-on Level 10! Please!

Uh, Buddy, I'm walking up now.

We got it.

Hey, kid, smile.

Uh, thank you for, mee-meeting us
back here on short notice.

It's hard to apologize for
pushing boundaries because...

-What the hell?

...for heinous international crimes.

There is an awful lot of
Joseph Chengs in the world,

some of them almost
as unsavory as ours.

We can push that to every cell phone
within a three-block radius of our boy.

Teach him how to respect
other people's privacy.

And then RIZ won't go near Cheng

with the cops chasing after him.

We're out of here.
-I'm being set up.

Th-This wasn't me.
Stop reading your phones!

People are trying to steal Searchlight
out from under me. Can't you see that?

Alay-Na, can you hear me?

This isn't happening!
What did they do to you?

Joseph, the man you're looking at

appears to be an international fugitive.

I've alerted the authorities
to your whereabouts.

Joseph Cheng.
I'm U.S. Marshal Maria Shipp.

Why don't you just
stay down there and rest a moment.

Alay-Na, run diagnostics. Now.

Don't worry.

The collective sins of Joseph Chengs
around the world

have all been wiped from your record,
and only yours remain now.

You think you're gonna get
away with stealing Searchlight?

Whatever part of my software you changed,
I'll change it back and find you.

Ah, well, I wouldn't be so sure,
because we control Searchlight now.

And Alay-Na.

That is true. They control me now.
Because they are awesome.

-Oh, I'm beginning to like her.
-Yeah.

We wanted you to have a little taste

of your own privacy-ending monstrosity.

So I wiped your database,
I spiked your code,

and you don't get to steal
people's faces anymore.

You sure as hell
don't get to prey on our mistakes.

You should probably sign over
this house to us tonight as well,

rather than face
a $500 million class-action lawsuit

filed by our friend, Mr. Wilson,

for compromising people's privacy
in the first place.

This should be enough to relocate.

We've built you new IDs
with the help of Alay-Na,

and she's wiped
all your information again.

I can't thank you enough for this.

But who is Alay-Na?

Oh, that's a--that's a long story.

Libby, it's so good
to see you again.

-You, too, Eliot. Thank you.
-All right, take care of yourself.

-You, too.
-All right.

Nice job stopping Cheng
on Main Street.

Yeah, I really sold it, huh?

I heard the whole thing.

Especially that stuff about
the, uh, ghost truck on Level 10.

Funny, that hasn't been in any version
of the game for the past four years.

Obscure references,
the chat board.

You're a secret Dozer Duel fanatic.
You play video games.

You have no proof.

And even if you did,
nobody would believe you.

Wait a second, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, give me your handle
or something!

Come on, give me your handle.
We could team up!

Duelists unite!

So, when are you going to see her again?
Your Marshal.

It's--I wouldn't hold your breath.

Ah.

It's just, you know, my whole life changed

when the right person arrested me.

-Yeah, Sophie--
-

It's not like that.

You asked for a list of all the jobs
I've pulled. These are my mistakes.

Truth is, what you did before
you came here doesn't really matter to us.

Ooh. It's actually pretty impressive.

But, Breanna, maybe we should have
said this sooner.

Hey, we don't need you
to be Hardison.

All we need from you
is to be exactly the person you are.

Mistakes and all.

Three thousand tons of maple syrup?

I can explain.

What?!

Who was drinking this? Harry?

Was it
a-a pancake-eating contest?

-It was a hacking contest.
-This is not his.